I have a thing for poetry
and it's not just a phase
I tell them, "I have a thing for poetry."
like an intense, intimate sort of thing
that causes night sweats and wet dreams
a seduced-by-salacious-wordplay sort of thing
silence
they stare
shock and fear bleeding like ink
onto blankpage faces
more silence
"and it's not just a phase," I continue
like when I thought I liked boys
(I may as well come out of all my closets at once)
They still sit silent
doubting Thomases all
predicting when I'll move on to something else
but poetry has permanence
unlike JNCOS and frosted tips
and my ex
I won't outgrow it
like I did my Barbie high-tops
it won't wear off
like the fur on Bear-Bear
I think they see poetry as a mullet:
it's fun for a while
but sooner or later
you have to grow up
and cut it off
but poetry lingers
like woodsmoke in the strands of my hair
and the fibers of the flannel i wore
by the fireside the night before
like the perfume of a lover lingers in the sheets
days weeks months after she's gone
it takes root like kudzu
growing deep and wide
until blankets a mountainside
it's a permafrost of stanzas and lines
veins of ice running deep
down to bedrock of slanted rhyme
It settles into my blood
cycled over and through my systems
seeping through the cracks to the marrow
rearranging my DNA
Double helix tripled
until i am the poet and the poem and the page
all in one
About the Creator
Sara Little
Writer and high school English teacher seeking to empower and inspire young creatives, especially of the LGBTQIA+ community
Comments (2)
Beautiful Sara, looking forward to exploring more of your work ☺️✨
OH my goodness if this isn't us all. This was so mesmerizing ☺️